I celebrated Cinco de Mayo in a non-traditional way, by attempting to get ahead of our decrepit lawn before we become the Malcolm in the Middle house of the neighborhood. If the (crab) grass had gotten any taller I'd probably start contemplating the move Anthony Hopkins' character pulled in The World's Fastest Indian of just dousing it all in gasoline and tossing a match to it. Hey, now I have a vision of cooking sides of beef on a lawn-sized fire. From Manstovia to Mantopia!